“Stop.” In a flash, he climbs my body and steals my words with his tongue, swallowing them as he makes me taste myself. “Don’t fight me, Rosanna. You’re only going to make it harder on yourself. And I swear this to you: you will be my wife.” He grits out the last two words, shackling my hands within his and pinning them to the mattress while he shimmies back down to devour me once again.
I can’t move.
Legs held open by the massive width of his shoulders and hands imprisoned in his unyielding grasp, all I can do is shake uncontrollably, whimpering and moaning at the feelings he pulls from my body with his unwavering determination. With every lap of his tongue, every bruising flex of his fingers, his words echo in my head and send electricity to every part of me.My wife. My wife. My wife.
It doesn’t take long for me to hover on the achy cusp of my orgasm again, and this time, I’m mindlessly desperate for him to follow through. “Please please please,” I brokenly chant, pearls of sweat forming at my hairline and knees knocking a chattering rhythm around him as my toes curl inward on a painful cramp.So close. So close...
Stopping all sensation again, his lips fall away to brush feathery kisses onto my thighs. “Marry me.”
Give in. Just say yes. No one’s ever taken care of you like he has.“I...I can’t.” It’s too soon. Isn’t it?
Barely do the words hit the air before he falls back onto me, lips and teeth pulling every pulsing nerve ending under his command. My breath catches, and I groan at the heavy throbbing in my core, working my fingers around until they link together with his. “Hurts...Connor. Please. Need...you...”
Almost crying when his head and hands move away, I barely understand his words through the pangs of denied pleasure that zip through my veins. “Aww...does it hurt?” A mocking, sad smile dripping with feigned sympathy aims my way as his thumbs press on my labia, the indirect pressure to my clit setting me on fire. “Poor baby. But this is all on you.”
He blows a cool breath across my swollen pearl, eliciting a shivering cry from me. “You can stop this at any time, Rosanna. Just takes one word. Do you know which one?”
Yes.“No.”I can’t.
“You naughty kitten,” he tsks against me.
“Just.”Kiss.
“Say.”Stinging nibble.
“Yes.”Suck.
I need more. I needmore.Maybe if I tighten around him, I can hold him here. I inch my knees closer together around his neck, the promise of pleasure looming near.
“Oh, no, you don’t, wildcat.”
He caught me.I moan in distress as his big hands jerk my knees apart.
His wet mouth spreads into a devilish grin at my whimpers. “These stay open. Tell me what I want to hear, and then we can get to the good part.” Restraining my hands again, he bites his way down my stomach until he reaches my pussy.
The good part. I’m only tormenting myself, I know, but we go through this two more times. Two more times with Connor driving me mere inches from the edge of desire, only to leave me writhing breathlessly in the sweet, aching agony of denial as he breaks away at the last second. I can’t take it anymore.
Give in. Don’t fight.
Stomach taut with knotted tension, I barely manage to collect enough air in my lungs to announce my capitulation.“Y—es.”
But he doesn’t hear me over his own animalistic grunts and groans. No, caught up in his own gratification, he licks up the left side of my inner labia and seals his mouth around my clit with a punishing suck. If only he’d give me his fingers, too, I know I could get there.
But he doesn’t, because this isn’t about giving me what I want. It’s about me learning to want what he wants. Tears of frustration form in the corners of my eyes before rolling down to mingle with the sweat.“Con—nor.”
Nothing. He can’t hear me and I can’t get enough air in my lungs to be louder. I just want relief.
No. I just want...him.
Oh, God...do I ever just want him.
Sweaty palms break the friction between our hands, and I’m able to wiggle one completely out to frantically slap his shoulder, his head...whatever part of him I can reach. “Yes. Yes, Connor, yes.”
A glistening string of my desire connects us still as he raises his head and stares at me hungrily, tongue making another pass around his lips. “What, baby?” He crawls up my slack body and drops down, nose-to-nose with me.
I shakily throw my arms and legs around him. “Yes,” I whisper against his wet mouth. The mouth that’s wet with me.
“Yes?” A thick eyebrow quirks up.
